“Good,” he said. He’d take that for now. If he’d been in her place it probably would have been what he’d had said, so he understood. He was just tired of people shutting him out and as long as she didn’t he’d be okay with things. He didn’t want to lose any more connections here in Lawrence.
He nodded and shifted slightly so he was back on his back, but he turned to face her. “I’ll try,” he said. “But in all honesty it’s been hard to sleep for a while. Usually I’m up while it’s still dark and out running with Spock and Chekov just because I can’t sleep. The stuff the Seal’s been pulling on us hasn’t helped. I was not amused not being able to feel anything this week.”
"Tell me about it. I couldn't taste any of my food. It was such a pain in the ass." Rose hadn't been a fan of this week, either. Between that and fighting with Lissa and the weight of the guilt that sometimes threatened to crush her, it had been a pretty crappy week, even if today had mostly been a pretty good day, nightmares aside.
"Why can't you sleep?" Concern showed in Rose's dark eyes as she looked at him now. She knew he'd been through a lot, just like she had, but she asked the question anyway. He'd been there for her a lot, especially lately, and she wanted to return the favor if she could.
“I couldn’t imagine losing my sense of taste,” he said. “I’d rather have been struck blind or deaf than lose my sense of taste. That must have been hell.” He was quite thankful it was just touch at this point. It had been a pain, but not too bad.
“Nightmares about the Apocalypse, mostly,” he said after a moment. She’d been open with him, so it was only fair he be open with her. “Ever since the Seal shenanigans kicked into high gear I’ve been dreaming about all the crap that went down when Lucifer was out and about, when he was messing with all of us. When the original complex blew up, the fight in the graveyard...it’s harder to sleep because of it.” And when it wasn’t that it was stuff involving her, but he wasn’t going to say that because that was recent.